Dimitri Belikov Novels & Stories

"Because when your new knight in shining armor showed up I realized that I was going about this all wrong, again. And I refuse to botch this up another time. You need to come to me. You need to want this. On the contrary to what you may be hearing, which I'm sure are only half truths and falsities. I am not the bad guy here." When would I ever want to come to him, the man responsible for my parents murder. Along with the aftermath of that as well. In what world would I ever want anything to do with him! He must have been listening to my thoughts... "Because my dearest, THAT was not my doing." he then winked at me turned me around and gently pushed me forward towards Viktor who quickly grabs

I asked sarcastically. "Forgive me, Anna. I made a huge mistake! I regret it all. I love you, Anna!" Dimitri babbled. "Where was that love when you betrayed me time and time again?" I shot back. "I'm begging you, Anna! Don't do this to me! I’m worried about what will happen if you go to Bastorin. You know what that academy is like!" "I know." "Alexei Vasiliev runs that academy! Your father’s rival. Anna, you’ll be a target there. Think again.” Dimitri looked anxious.

Inside were files—Kira’s movements, contacts, dirty secrets, crimes she thought I didn’t know about. She’d been sloppy back then. I’d just chosen not to burn her. Now I regret it. I started flipping through the pages, committing names to memory. Some of these people were dead. Some were still on the grid. And one… one was exactly who I needed. Dimitri Volkov…………..a russian fixer he was ruthless, expensive but discreet and He owed me a favour. I picked up the phone again and dialed an encrypted line.

They will make her bleed, and I don’t think she will pass the tests. “We keep an eye on the situation, leave it with me, let me contact them and find out their plan for her. They won’t go too far with her.” I hope. I grab my phone and dial the number and wait for the call to connect. “Matteo, my boy. What do I owe the pleasure of this call?” his rough, deep Russian accent is thick in my ear. Dimitri Volkov. He is the head of every Bratva family and rules over the Russian military and Kremlin.

I sat at the head of that table, a glass of bourbon untouched at my elbow as I waited. Marco stood behind my right shoulder, his hands clasped in front of him. He hadn't spoken since we arrived, and I could feel the tension radiating off him like heat from a dying fire. "He's late," Marco murmured. “Well… he's trying to make a bloody point,” I squeezed through gritted teeth. Just then, the doors opened and Dimitri walked in. Dmitri Volkov was not a small man. He was tall, broad-shouldered with a silver beard trimmed to razor precision and eyes the color of frozen lakes. He carried himself like a god, and the two bodyguards flanking him had the dead-eyed stare of former military.

Louis sat up straighter, wiping his mouth, his face burning. Anya's expression softened when she looked at him. "Louis. You were right about the gala. The man you saw… he was suspicious. We've confirmed it." Louis's heart gave a slow, heavy thud. "What do you mean, suspicious?" "He's been watching you. Following you. We don't know who he is yet, but he's not a photographer or a reporter." Anya's voice dropped. "His name is Dimitri Volkov. We've seen his face before. He's a ghost…moves between countries, no paper trail, no digital footprint. The kind of man people hire when they want something done quietly."

“Ms. Green,” I looked up from my computer immediately after hearing Mr. Mávros’, my boss’ voice. He didn’t even wait for my response because before I could speak, “I need the Milan files at seven a.m. tomorrow.” Mr. Devin Carlo Mávros, also known as the Devil, has been my boss for three years, and as his P.A., I knew better than to make reasons with him, but not tonight. I have a date.

Dimitri Dimitri stares at his screen, contemplating his next move. The Irish back home were retaliating after he took out their Moscow section 6 months ago. His Brigadier in Russia was handling it as much as he could, but he knew they would go over to Russia soon. Truth be told, he hated New York, Moscow was his home. New York had no pull for him, but his infamy here had been growing even without Viktor Baranov to lead. He leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head. Move to Moscow or continue in New York?

As a twenty eight year old young judge, Vincent knew the damage being him could cause if he was to be discovered and he was determined to nullify that, even if it meant disregarding his own desires, afterall, what's the worst that can happen… With a flourish, he lifted the lid of his laptop and drew it closer to himself. The light from the laptop illuminated his pale skin as his eyes scanned the screen. Today, he decided to browse the dark web again but now, for a different reason… Dimitri. He unlocked the laptop and did just that. As if waiting for him to type the name, articles popped up all about Dimitri. “Wow, he has quite the reputation.” He whispered, a small smile playing on his lips.

replied the driver of the Shevchenko family. After giving orders to the driver, Seth was busy again with his smartphone. He began to find out about Dimitri further. "Well, I'll find out for myself about Mr. Dimitri. If Young Master is reluctant to tell me, then I will find it myself!" Seth opened his social media account. He typed a name. "Dimitri Vegas...." Seth spells out the name of the man, who is the CEO of The Bolshoi Theatre. Not long after, both of Seth's eyes flashed. He stared at the neatly displayed photos on one of the social media accounts.